Yesterday was the final day of the season at Alaska Raceway Park. My son is the marketing manager for an Anchorage brewery which sponsors one of the drivers. Grant was responsible for setting up a kiosk at the racetrack and snagged me a pass to join him in the pit.
The passion of the friendly racing culture is contagiously palpable. I thoroughly enjoyed mingling with the pit crew and drivers as a variety of different class race cars roared around the track . . . glad I left my hearing aids at home 😊
Watching drivers skillfully maneuver bumper-to bumper at 100+ mph was the quintessential demonstration of rush-hour traffic as it should be . . . wish I coulda’ got behind the wheel to do a ½ lap before the yellow flag was hoisted and the wrecker and ambulance summoned😊
Here a few pics of pedal-to-the-metal, high-octane fun that was mine to fantasize in, struggling to obey the 55 mph speed limit signs on the drive home😊
My son, his girlfriend, Ellie and I did the Alaska State Fair once more yesterday.
From giant pumpkins to prize pigs . . . 4H steers to human slingshots . . . Ferris wheels to cabbage fairies . . . corn-dogs to concerts . . . an endless Fun-4-All collection of crafts, cuisine, creatures, amusements and vendors throngs of friends and family delighted in sharing together.
Driving home it struck me . . . during the hours we spent there yesterday, not once did I observe a harsh word exchanged or an unhappy face . . . smiles, laughter, and pleasantness were the order of the day. It was as though everyone had checked their personal agendas at the gate to enjoy sharing life together . . . a welcome respite from the argumentative, divisive social genre all to prevalent today. Wish everyone could purchase a season’s pass to such fleeting harmonious humanity.
Here’s a few pics of the fun and frolic we participated in. Wish y’all coulda’ joined us.
Last evening 4 senior citizens stepped back in time at a drive-in movie theater . . . a Blast from the Past!
Rated PG 13 and accompanied by 3 responsible adults, this 13-year-old held hostage in an 80-year-old body vicariously became a Top Gun F-14 pilot defending our country from an impending nuclear disaster.
It’s been said, “Growing old is inevitable. Growing up is optional.” . . . just call me Maverick 😊